Rhyme for a Time of Plague
Fill the tooth, fear the faces
Peering in the empty spaces.
Mix the needlepoint with mittens;
Leave unharmed the cats and kittens.
Do not be afraid of arms;
Help the farmers on their farms.
When the hay has all been stacked
And the plums in jars are packed,
Smiles will go a long, long way
Toward allaying fears, I say.
Poem © 2020 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More The Whirligig #265
More Writers’ Pantry #19 at Poets and Storytellers United
More The Whirligig #265
More Writers’ Pantry #19 at Poets and Storytellers United
Posted on May 10, 2020, in light verse, Poets & Storytellers United, Rhyming poetry and tagged afraid, arms, faces, fill, help, mittens, mix, needlepoint, smiles, stacked, tooth, unharmed. Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.
Magical Mystical Teacher 
Excellent rhyming here 😀 I especially liked; “When the hay has all been stacked/And the plums in jars are packed.” 💝
Your poetry always has a delightful beat and rhythm about it MMT including of course a picture in the readers minds. It is always fun to visit.
❤️
Nicely crafted, Teach! Salute.
Great rhyming and an optimistic beat.
Yes indeed 😊😊😊
Happy Sunday. Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday today
Much💜love
So say I!
I love a rousing good rhyme, and I’m all for helping the farmers in the hay! A fun poem, well done.
What, no masks? (If the smiles are visible.)
Excellent rhyming, yes, and rhythm, It almost has the quality of a nursery rhyme.
I like the idea of spending lockdown helping on the farm.
Great flow and rhythm, like lyrics and smiles will always work wonders
smiles can allay fears, very true for me indeed. thank you!
There will come a time when fear will be erased but it may be when the hay is harvested. It will come someday.
Love the rhyme and love the message…Someday will come I hope
A poem of hope.